Post by Arizae on May 29, 2012 3:50:50 GMT -5
Perhaps Xaen had lost his touch to make things interesting. That could be the only excuse for why life remained so boring. Elves were never interesting. You think during all his time spent in Alagaesia he would’ve remembered that by now. Perhaps he should visit that Nirvanian place again. It had been worth the trip long ago, couldn’t imagine it being this dull. Xaen yawned, white fangs shining as he peered down from his perch. At least it kept his lying in good form. The ancient language happened to be a delight. Twisted verbal sparring, where one couldn’t lie. Now that could be…dull. Yes he tired of these silly games. The houses fought, the queen ruled, and werecats grew fat on cushions.
Tail flicking in annoyance he looked back up into the tree he had chosen. Good. Still hidden. The little birds had noticed him in the shadows. Lying still, only the occasional yawn and tick of the tail betrayed his presence. Ellesmera birds were so dull, what did they have to fear of elves? Such a bloodless and dull land. Besides, if any elves that knew his name found him here…well that would make things fun again. At least then he would not be dealing with this suffocating boredom. Perhaps the time to play with those little birds had come. Yes, his stomach growled slightly, a bird or two would be delightful. The growl from his stomach spread to his throat, green fire catching in his eyes.
Very slowly he stretched, claws sheathed for silence, tail held for balance. Silently he rose from where he rested, he let his back claws dig into the flesh of the tree. Some elf might make a fuss of it later, but it kept him steady. Now he halted his movement, spying a flinch from the birds above, then he crawled again spotting his opening. Such tall trees, so many branches, plenty of shadows for a black werecat to keep hidden. A flicker of emerald the only sign of his presence as his eyes shone with malice. Holding steady he inched his way further up the tree. The resilient bark gave way to his claws now as he went up vertically. The sap would need to be cleaned away later, the annoying substance would have to be suffered now. Even silent life bled.
There could be no escape no. Xaen could leap from this position and strike. Even if the little bird flew, even if it attacked, he would win. A grin made his whiskers twitch as he tensed his muscles for the spring. Gripping the tree once more he readied the leap. Only to be interrupted by a crash from below. The birds flew in fear of the unknown noise. Xaen too stunned by the sound to strike in time. Gaze turning downwards he noticed nothing import, then he remembered his prey and the growl in his stomach. Too late and the birds had flown.
Growling at his own failing and frustrated with whatever caused it he released his hold on the tree and fell gracefully to a lower perch. Tail swishing angrily his pupils constricted in anger as he looked for the culprit. Someone had cost him lunch. They would have to repay it. Bloody elves never caused such a ruckus. Always quiet, graceful, respectful. No one traipsed about Ellesmera making such noise. At least…no one he knew. Like the flip of a switch his emotions turned. Anger became curiosity, and suddenly he became more intrigued by what in this dull forest might be clumsy enough to make such a mess.
A lunch paid with a show would be nothing lost. Already he could hear the angry voice fair below. Ears twitching to catch all the words he slowly slipped down from the tree. For a moment he considered shifting form. Elves were highly suspicious of anything childlike however. They would know him for what he was. They had so few children after all. An elf would know the name of all the current young elves. A werecat form would stick out like a sore thumb. Well he wasn’t quite ready to betray his identity yet. Cats were normal. Perhaps not a daily occurrence, especially ones of Xaen’s size, but they were nothing to look at twice.
So he remained on his little tree branch. Though he kept the ground just a short leap away. A little crowd of elves had gathered. Odd. That. Turning his head to the side he curled his tail round his paws. The little birds were lucky today. Right now something of interest had happened. Perhaps he would not be doomed to such a boring afternoon. Oh how he relished his time among humans after visiting such dull elves.
Tail flicking in annoyance he looked back up into the tree he had chosen. Good. Still hidden. The little birds had noticed him in the shadows. Lying still, only the occasional yawn and tick of the tail betrayed his presence. Ellesmera birds were so dull, what did they have to fear of elves? Such a bloodless and dull land. Besides, if any elves that knew his name found him here…well that would make things fun again. At least then he would not be dealing with this suffocating boredom. Perhaps the time to play with those little birds had come. Yes, his stomach growled slightly, a bird or two would be delightful. The growl from his stomach spread to his throat, green fire catching in his eyes.
Very slowly he stretched, claws sheathed for silence, tail held for balance. Silently he rose from where he rested, he let his back claws dig into the flesh of the tree. Some elf might make a fuss of it later, but it kept him steady. Now he halted his movement, spying a flinch from the birds above, then he crawled again spotting his opening. Such tall trees, so many branches, plenty of shadows for a black werecat to keep hidden. A flicker of emerald the only sign of his presence as his eyes shone with malice. Holding steady he inched his way further up the tree. The resilient bark gave way to his claws now as he went up vertically. The sap would need to be cleaned away later, the annoying substance would have to be suffered now. Even silent life bled.
There could be no escape no. Xaen could leap from this position and strike. Even if the little bird flew, even if it attacked, he would win. A grin made his whiskers twitch as he tensed his muscles for the spring. Gripping the tree once more he readied the leap. Only to be interrupted by a crash from below. The birds flew in fear of the unknown noise. Xaen too stunned by the sound to strike in time. Gaze turning downwards he noticed nothing import, then he remembered his prey and the growl in his stomach. Too late and the birds had flown.
Growling at his own failing and frustrated with whatever caused it he released his hold on the tree and fell gracefully to a lower perch. Tail swishing angrily his pupils constricted in anger as he looked for the culprit. Someone had cost him lunch. They would have to repay it. Bloody elves never caused such a ruckus. Always quiet, graceful, respectful. No one traipsed about Ellesmera making such noise. At least…no one he knew. Like the flip of a switch his emotions turned. Anger became curiosity, and suddenly he became more intrigued by what in this dull forest might be clumsy enough to make such a mess.
A lunch paid with a show would be nothing lost. Already he could hear the angry voice fair below. Ears twitching to catch all the words he slowly slipped down from the tree. For a moment he considered shifting form. Elves were highly suspicious of anything childlike however. They would know him for what he was. They had so few children after all. An elf would know the name of all the current young elves. A werecat form would stick out like a sore thumb. Well he wasn’t quite ready to betray his identity yet. Cats were normal. Perhaps not a daily occurrence, especially ones of Xaen’s size, but they were nothing to look at twice.
So he remained on his little tree branch. Though he kept the ground just a short leap away. A little crowd of elves had gathered. Odd. That. Turning his head to the side he curled his tail round his paws. The little birds were lucky today. Right now something of interest had happened. Perhaps he would not be doomed to such a boring afternoon. Oh how he relished his time among humans after visiting such dull elves.
